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Chapter One

I got the call too late. Damnit. I kneel at the fringes of the massacre an'check for a pulse even though I know I won't find one. Poor fuckin'kid. My breath comes out in a harsh sigh when I see the bite marks and smears of blood on her lips. I let my connection stretch across the wreckage of the burnt out building, checkin'for other Slayers.

Damnit. Goddamnit. I stand and pull the katana from the sheath on my back. This is the part I hate. This is where the heroes fall. Can't give it thought, can't hold them in contempt because they chose to turn instead of die with honor. I bring my sword down slicing head from body in one controlled swing. "You're dyin'with honor now lil sis." I can hear the body snap and crackle as whoever she was goes up in flames behind me.

No time ta mourn her 'cause she's just the first. My steps are heavy as they crunch glass an'debris on the walk through the safe house. The sigh an'slice thing is almost routine by the time I find her. I bring my sword up, blade gleaming dully above my shoulder. Goddamnit Buffy. Goddamn you. Why'd ya do it? Why the FUCK did you give in? I grip the hilt tighter an' scream out my anger as I bring it down with enough force to split one of the fallen support beams.

I don't even feel the ground as I drop to my knees by her body. Can't say that I even notice the rain until it's washin' away blood and grit from that perfect brow. My hero has fallen. Now I know why I got the call so late. Giles knew she was gone. Knew they were all gone. I was the clean up crew. That motherfucker used me. I stroke the pale blonde hair in apology. She'll never forgive me. Never. None of them will.

But it doesn't matter 'cause she's mine now. I pick up Buffy's body leaving my sword stuck where it is. I'm done and when G sees that he'll know it. "It's okay baby, I got a plan." With Buffy slung over my shoulder I pull out the transmitter I was given before I left. Just hit the button when the job is done and they'll come pick me up. I hit the button an' let it drop to the ground by my sword before I disappear in to the dark.

"You bring the devil in my house, girl!" Shit. I knew she was gonna act like this. I duck a flyin' clay dish and hold up my hands in a placating gesture. "Don't you be saying a thing! You got you a snakes tongue on you. I should have known! Get out! Out and take that thing with you!"

Thing. It sends a shiver down my spine even as a I glance down at Buffy. I know...she's not Buffy. But I just can't think of her as a thing. Not her. "Danni, please just hear me out yeah?" I back up quickly when she takes a swing at me with her Granny's walkin'stick. "Yo! Watch that shit..." I'm backin'up so fast that I trip over Buffy, landin'hard on my ass.

I'm laying across her body before Danni can bring that stick down. Dunno why. B's dead, she wouldn't feel it but...I guess it's some stupid instinct in me. "Get off of it."

"Fuck you. We'll leave." I'm not gonna let her destroy Buffy. If anyone is gonna finish her it's gonna be me. I can tell that Danni is thinkin'about givin'me a good whack or two just for the trouble.

"What you doin'girl? Who that there eh?" Shit. The old lady is up. Danni's face goes pale as we both look over to the blind old woman standing at the foot of the steps. "Oh it's you then Faithless, is it?" I dunno how she always knows it's me but she does. "It's the stink of death on you." And she can read minds. Probably.

"It's not just Faith, Ama. She brought the undead in to this house." Why does she gotta cock block me like that? The old lady mighta been willing to hear me out before that. I scoot back, pulling B along with me as Danni's grandmother makes her way closer, sniffing at the air. "She won't let it be finished."

Damn right I won't let it be finished. It'll never be finished between me and Buffy. I don't care how dead one of us might be. "I know girl now hush." My muscles twitch under my skin as she kneels next to us an'sniffs the air. "So." Yeah. So. "You bring the dead in to the wolf's den. What you want hmm?"

That would be the question of the day wouldn't it? I sigh heavily for the millionth time tonight. "I need ta make sure we can't be found." This time it's Ama that sighs.

"You know what you ask of me?" Yeah I really do. I give her a nod still holdin'tight ta Buffy's cold hand. "You bring death on an entire pack if this all goes wrong." I know it. I swallow hard an'nod.

"I know, Ama. But...there's something here. Inside of her. I can feel it, an'I can't put the spark out until I know for sure she's really gone." And for that I need time. Because Giles is gonna be crawlin'all up my ass any minute now.

"Mmm. I can see that." Ha. Funny old bitch. "Danni!" Danni jumps a lil at bein'called. "Bring me my tools." I don't even know who ta thank at this point. My dumb fuckin'luck or some goddamned deity. "You can start by thanking me." Right.

"Sorry. Thanks Ama. I owe ya one." She pauses when Danni places a bag at her left hand and opens a large leather bound book.

"When the Faithless find faith there can be no debt." Huh? What the fuck does that even mean? I glance up to Danni who shrugs her confusion right back at me. "This thing I do, I do for the world. Not you Slayer." Yeah it's always about the rest of the world. I don't mind so much that it happens to go hand in hand with what I want.

I'm not really payin'much attention to what she's doing to me and Buffy. I'm more focused on the pale blue of Buffy's lips. I'm so fuckin'sorry B. So sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I wipe away a tear from her lips with my thumb. She's so cold. But I wasn't lyin' when I said I felt somethin'inside of her. I felt that warmth that's all Buffy.

I felt the part of her that always owned me. The shimmer of green light around us startles me in to looking up, but when I do it's gone. "Is...did you do it?" I don't even know what 'it'is but I know somethin'just happened. Ama nods slowly at me.

"You can't block magic like your Coven's for long. But you can confuse the people that wield the power." I raise my brows and glance at Danni for a better explanation.

"They're looking for a vampire and a Slayer not two werewolves." Huh. Now that's what I call pullin'a fast one. My lips twitch in a smirk. "Now get out before she wakes up." You don't gotta tell me twice. Still. I reach out and rest my hand on Ama's tanned, weathered one an'give it a squeeze.

"Thank you. Both of ya." I know Danni doesn't agree but she helped an'that's more than I deserve from her. She rolls her eyes at me while helpin'her Gram up from the floor. Buffy's body is somehow lighter to me now as I lift her carefully and trudge out the back door. I don't think I'm gonna be able to come back here for a long time. Can't run the risk of anyone connecting me to a pack of magic usin'werewolves.

Can't run the risk of being connected to anyone. But I'd burn any bridge happily so long as it's me an'B on the other side together. It'll be light soon an'I gotta find us a place that's safe for now. Safe for me anyway.

Drums. That's the first thing I notice. Drumbeats so loud, so...brazen, I can barely think. They're calling me I think. In some strange secret drum language each beat is calling my name. No, I don't think that's right. It's not my name, it's the name she gave me. But who is she? And why are her drums calling me?

Boom. Ba Boom. Again and again and I'm so...hungry. I bet those deep bass drums are red and sweet. I could just bite in to those juicy drums and I won't be hungry anymore. She wants me to. I can –feel- it. I can feel her. Under my skin, whispering in my head with her drums. I can almost make my fingers twitch to rhythm if I try hard enough. It's just so...hard.

Hard to think. I'm weak. I just need something to eat. Boom. Ba Boom. Drums. This time my fingers do twitch. I can feel the skin of them stretching taut like dry leather. Weird. Boom. Ba... Boom Boom Boom Ba Boom. Boom. Ba Boom. My eyes open at the sudden change in her call. I feel my body move ways it didn't before. Or did it? I can't remember. And I don't care I just want my drums.

"Hey B."

Faith. It would be her wouldn't it? I glance around at the cage I'm so obviously in. So. It happened afterall. My stomach cramps nearly doubling me over, reminding me that I'm still hungry.

"Faith. Tell me you aren't getting off on this." I give her a little smirk and lean against door. I'm so not prepared for it to swing open but it does. Faith is a tricky girl, it can't be this easy. I back up a step and eye her warily from inside the cage.

"Maybe a lil bit." Oh I'm sure. She jumps off her perch on a tall shipping box and fondles her stake nervously. Tsk tsk. Always a softy at heart. Boom. Ba Boom. A heart I could eat. "So here's the deal B, you and I both know this could be epic. So ya gotta choose. Be good an' we can fix this before any more good Slayers get killed. Or."

Or? Her fondling becomes more sure and definitely making a point. As much as I hate to admit it, I know she could take me. At least right now. I'm hungry afterall and weak. Too weak to take on a seasoned Slayer like her. Even if I do know all of her best moves. Well. Maybe not all of them. I smile at her knowing full well that I'm not at my prettiest. "I'm guessing the 'or'portion of the statement includes you and me and forever does it?"

Faith's whole body strums with energy and she kicks the door to my little cell closed. "Sorry B. My Ma always said some deals were too good to trust. I'm feelin'a lil low on the trust if ya know what I mean." She has a point. I could just eat her and not bother to turn her. But that's not the important part of her statement.

The important part is that she would never let me turn her. That's not Faith. "Mmm. Never thought you'd be caution girl Faith but I have to say it suits you. So. I guess my only option is to play nice. For now."

But what happens after our little deal is done? And how exactly does she plan on keeping a deal with a vampire? And where the hell are we? I smell...fish. Ugh. If the smell doesn't get me the slight heaving under my legs will. Wait. I look around again. Great. We're stuck on a tanker. I give her a look of serious annoyance.

"Just in case ya wanted ta fuck me over. Precautions." That's a pretty good idea. I wonder why I never liked the way she thought before? Maybe I just couldn't appreciate her necessity for the extreme before.

"I'm less horrified than you would think. But that could just be the hunger talking." Because it is. Talking that is. Feed me Seymour, feed me! Faith takes a few steps to the door of the cage and rolls up her sleeve. What the hell is she doing?

"Yeah. Kinda figured you might start gettin'the blood jones. One time only offer B, fresh Slayer's blood straight up." I don't even bother to see if she's messing with me. The temptation is just too much. The muscles in her forearm cord under my hands and I look to her questioningly.

"Why?" Why is she feeding me? Why didn't she make sure I didn't come back? Why are we here? Why...everything?

Faith pulls a long knife from the small of her back and slices a deep gash in her arm. Every cell in my body goes on high alert making me want to keen with need. "I'm the only food around." Who cares? I clamp my mouth down on the bleeding wound. Oh God. Some part of me kicks in, making me yank my head away from her. This isn't right. Is it?

I don't know. But I'm so hungry. So damn hungry. "Get away from me Faith." I can't do this if she's just hanging her arm out there letting all that good blood go to waste. I don't really want her to go but I have to make her. The smell of her coppery blood is too much to resist.

"Eat Buffy." I don't want to! Yes. Yes I do. I cringe as another cramp takes me by surprise. "Do it!" One time only right? This time I can't hold myself back and I shiver as her warm blood slides down my throat. I'm revolted by myself but I'm so hungry I can't seem to care.

God, her little hisses are driving me crazy. Crazy wet. Crazy with need. All kinds of needs. God I hate her.